#pc200

[multibodied]

PC200 and PM700 has this black material on their neck, and I just wonder if it stretches down to their body under their cloth. I'm curious if there's a practical purpose for this choice, like is it more firm than regular chassis? Like under their clothes it's kind of bulletproof or something. Interesting...

[koney-scanlines]

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[pc200-fiver]

[To: Robo-cop] I uh... Weird question but, where's Spencer? Thomas and I kind of want our son back.

[To: Lillebror] He is back home now. Your son is currently entertaining himself with the cats. You know where I live and I will be here for the rest of the evening.

@secret-android

[swirlbub]

Wanna role play your Detroit become human oc? Well you’re in luck. Nicky here would love to meet yours

> ＮＡＭE: Nicholas

>ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ: Nick

>ＭＯＤＥＬ ＮＵＭＢＥＲ: PC200

>ＤＥＶＩＡＮＴ? Yes

> R E L E A S E D A T E: 2029

>ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ＯＦ ＡＮＤＲＯＩＤ: male

>ＯＣＣＵＰＡＴＩＯＮ: Officer at DPD

>ＥＸＴＲＡ: Assists Officer Miller

>ＥＹＥ ＣＯＬＯＲ: brown

>ＨＡＩＲ ＣＯＬＯＲ: brown

>ＳＫＩＮ ＴＯＮＥ: pale

>ＳＫＩＮ ＩＭＰＵＲＩＴＩＥS: freckles on body

>ＣＬＯＴＨＥS: uniform. Casual is a DPD shirt with jeans.

>ＡＣＣＥＳＳＯＲＩＥＳ: handcuffs. Hat. Arm band.

>ＥＸＴＲＡ: ticklish. Has dorky laugh.

>ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡ: Nick is a calm headed man who enjoys his job and new deviancy. He goes home to a small one bedroom house with his golden retriever named sunny. He sucks at being a deviant sometimes as he lets others control him. He’s a pushover and can’t tell when humans are taking advantage of him.

>ＬＩＫＥＳ: dogs. Sun. Star Trek. Catching criminals.

>ＤＩＳＬＩＫＥＳ: being injured. Rain. Polar bears.

>ＧＯＯＤ ＴＲＡＩＴＳ: Shy But is an out going person when you get to know him. He enjoys life and tries to always make people happy

>ＢＡＤ ＴＲＡＩＴＳ: temper. He has a short fuse when things aren’t working accordingly. Snake and petty. If you tell him a secret then betray him in someway he will tell everyone that secret

>ＱＵＩＲＫＳ: traits of ocd

>ＴＡＬＥＮＴＳ: He knows how to juggle

>ＨＯＢＢＩＥＳ: walking his dog. Bdsm. Puzzles. And knitting

>ＦＥＡＲＳ ＡＮＤ ＳＥＣＲＥＴＳ: fear of polar bears since a case where he was mauled by one. Fears one day humans will force androids back into slavery.

[friend-on-the-other-side-silas]

There are a series of brisk knocks on the door. "Open the door, Silas." -Fiver

It felt like no time had passed between being discovered and the knocks on the door. Silas had been moving about his apartment, trying to make sure everything was in order, already trying to open the window with the fire escape. It seemed he was too late though as he heard Fiver’s voice on the other side of his door. He frowned, knowing that at this point, there was probably no running, thought that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep trying as he struggled with the window. He should just bust it open but the noise would cause Fiver to come in faster.

“Sorry, we don’t want what you’re selling.” He called, lifting as hard as he could. It seemed with the cold weather, it had either froze the window shut or the wood had warped slightly, making it stick and be near impossible to open. “Go away or else.” Okay, so maybe threatening Fiver wasn’t the smartest thing to do in this moment but, he was frustrated and to be honest, he was going to try and find Spencer before Fiver had shown up, try and cause some last minute chaos before the inevitable happened.

@pc200-fiver

[secret-android]

"Open the door, Mordecai." -Fiver.

The voice had the hacker’s hands pausing in what they were doing, hovering over the keyboard as gold dusted electric blue eyes stared almost blankly at the screen of coding. Inside the mind palace, Silas slowly turned his head, looking at the white haired android, seeing how he was almost completely integrated with the environment, vines forcing their way between his plating and wrapped tightly around him, denting him. Back in reality, Mordecai slowly got up, knowing that he should answer the door. At the same time, maybe he could pretend that he wasn’t home.

Slowly, silently, he moved toward the door, his eyes narrowed as if he could see the police android on the other side. “W̶͖̫̺ͅh̵̞̖̯̺a̴̻͎̩̖t̴̜͚̥ͅ ̵̡͎̦͍h̷̝̲̪̱a̶̯̮͇̠p̶̧̹̠͈p̷̧̗͓̠e̶̺̙͓̠n̵̡̬̥̟s̸͍̦̮͚ ̴̡͉͓̮i̵̤̬̠̠f̶̮̗͙̯ ̵͎͚̱̪Ḭ̸̥͕̱ ̸̡̤͈̪d̴̨̬͍̻o̴̟̥̞̫ņ̶̠͜ͅ'̸̠̲̻̙t̸̩͉͔̫ ̷̡̺̳̝o̶̝̹̟̺p̵̢̝̩̺e̸͎͕̪̺n̷̡̳͉̺ ̶̡̰̣ͅị̴̧͎̝t̴̤̙͈͇?̷̲͉̙̙” He questioned, his voice sounding to have dropped in pitch. A mistake on Silas’ part for not attempting to sound like Mordecai. Why should he have to try and hide though? If Fiver was here, he surely knew what was really going on, so why stall the inevitable any longer? “Y̴̥̘̭ͅo̶͎̺̜̖u̶̠͎̯̠ ̴̡̡̧͍j̴̨͙̝ͅu̸̘͓͍͙s̵͕̬̞ͅt̵͕͙͍ͅ ̵̧͉̥ͅg̴̟̫̦͕o̸̬͉̼̙i̴̢̙̙̰n̶̨͚͍͜g̴̙̖͇̯ ̴̡̧̱͇t̴̥̬̦̭ǫ̴̘̥͜ ̴̘̲̣͍ḅ̴̢̨̱u̷̢͎̖͎s̸̢̰̞͍t̷̢̞̣̫ ̶̗̖̮̻i̸͈̪͎͓n̴̹̘͎̞ ̷̠͙͕͙h̸̜̻͔ͅe̸̡̼̺͕r̴̗̭͙̯e̵̡̤͔̥ ̷̬͍̠̰w̶̪̱͔ͅẖ̷͉̲̟e̸̳̣̟̦n̵̖̟̝̬ ̷͖̲̞ͅI̶͉̞̗̪ ̷̺̼̞̲c̶̢͔̫̟o̸̟̘͕̝u̴̪͚̟̞l̶̠̖̻͉d̶̨͚͉̤ ̵̖͕̥͇p̶̙̘̬͍o̶͍̘̻̼s̷̭͕̖̺s̶͇̼̯̹i̵̖̣͍̣b̶̜̞͍̖l̸͉̫̝̭y̴̱̼̤̝ ̶͖̟̦ͅh̸͉̘͜͜a̴̡͇͇͜v̸̦̙͕̩e̸̹̜̘͜ ̶̤͔̗̪a̶̬̖͎͍ ̷̤͉͈͈g̷͇̝̳͓u̸̡͓̭̪n̴̻̼̰̠ ̴̟͍̙͜p̶̮̖̜͉o̷̖̣̗͓i̸̠̰̭͍n̷̢̥̦̥t̴̜̮̤̠e̵̡̳̝̗d̴̯̦͜ͅ ̸͓̥͎͚ạ̸̬̺̹n̷̨͉͔͖d̵̤͚̤ͅ ̵̧̲̦͜r̵̘̻̠̥e̷̢̼̳̪a̸̭̬̟̯d̴̡̧͚̲y̶̜̪͕͜ ̷͉̱̫͈f̴̦̩̻͉ǫ̸͕͍͙r̵̥͕͖͖ ̸̢͉̘̞y̵̢̰̜̼o̸̤͙̥̦u̴͉̩̦̜?̵̬̰̹͜” He doubted the police android would fall for his bluff but, it didn’t hurt to try.

@pc200-fiver

[rozzy-the-riveter]

his name’s Lucas and his fave hobbies include wearing sunglasses at night, waving his gun around while he talks, and saying cheesey quotes he learned from old detective movies (click on these jawns for somewhat better quality)